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 May 2020
anna
PR
Here’s your PR —
You’ve attained
Permanent residence
In my head
After five years
Of constant stay.
Five entire years.
 May 2020
Imran Islam
I never felt you are my love
I don't think you will have
to make a promise to me.
If you can see it
I'm already a honeybee
of another garden, I sang for it
I always will and I have.

You know I have a heaven
Why do you call me often
to the hell of Satan!
I'm happy here in my way,
It's not right, not the right way.

I don't want to be drunk
and wouldn't do anything wrong,
Maybe it's a sin to enjoy life.
So, get away, please go, get away!

I'm so sorry, I can feel you
but I have never felt love to you.
Sorry, you are so late
'Cause I'm already committed
to fly another world.
I'm sorry, you're so late my friend!
 May 2020
Thomas W Case
I found this
old hat at
the Salvation Army.
I liked it, it fit well;
kind of Sinatraesque.
I've received lots
of compliments.

But it doesn't stop the
cats from screeching in
the night.
It can't quench my
thirst.
It will never bring
my Mom and Dad back.
It's just a hat.

It can't fix my
relationship- it won't
break the horse or
heal
Lautrec's legs.
It won't give Vincent
his cobalt blue dreams or
give back Poe's
Annabelle Lee.
But
it's my hat and
I like it.
everyday you pick up the hammer
you hit on the head of the nail
words surround you madly clamor
you can't make head or tail.

rarely the nail penetrates the wall
oftener it breaks by the blow
all that's hidden inside the skull
more refuse than pour out to flow.

you drive the nail's head with your might
wishing it goes all the way
miss in the wrath to hit it right
fail in what you badly need to say.

the hammer gets blunt slows your hand
you are saddened no progress is made
on the next day the same place you stand
looking at the twisted nail's head.
 Apr 2020
Frank Russell
Nothing fatal;
Nothing lost.

Through ceaseless change
you have always been,
always will be.

Existence exists,
it is said -
and nothingness
is in your
imagination.


- fr
 Apr 2020
Bijan Rabiee
Columns of red lights
And headlights
Of slow moving vehicles
Some roaring, some howling
And some, comfortably blowing
The air reeks, the road
The road persistently
Seals the wheels
And the drivers, the riders
Barely visible
Hound the maze.
 Apr 2020
Theresa
There are many strings to my heart
Nudge them and pull them apart
Music will always hold them
And play its ancient harp
From the rooftop
I see the houses sleeping in moonlight

(My chance ascent to the roof
for a space to be aloof
begets this poem
)

I know this stillness is deceptive

behind the half glow neon panes
or the wooden ones shut tight from light
beyond the dumb walls of white
tears and smiles are flowing
also grunts of despair
moans of flesh upon flesh
stopping at the skin
or going far down to that misty spot
and even far past all them
two hearts holding the flame
of years buried on the bed
a child still in their head
or there but really not there
somewhere too wide to build a bridge

(Thirty minutes past nine
the toy houses in the moonlight shine
in their chambers holding life not seen
)

And I atop one such house know
it's time to go down the stairs
to take up the script again
and write and act and write
for the length of night.
 Apr 2020
Bijan Rabiee
Love is a cloud
Roaming the sky of dreams
When it rains
Originates flowers of passion
Driven by solar bridge
Fueled by Moon's grace.

No rule can stop the reason
Take it easy and enjoy the breeze
The stimulating melodies
Validating your rhythm.
 Apr 2020
Mrs Timetable
A striking beauty
No painter could master
No camera could capture
Only the eyes of the one who
Truly loved her
Could see the true beauty
That she really was
Inspired by “once upon another time” by ScriptedSilence. It was a real beauty. True art
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